Well once I was a slave at the sawmillTalk about a poor boy talk about a poor boy never saw a dollar billMy work was so hard at the sawmillThink about a poor boy think about a poor boy let me have a dollar billWell see my teardrops falling down my wife left the sawmill townShe said sawmill life had been a sin the gravy was too thinAnd I'd work no more at the sawmillMercy of a poor boy mercy a poor boy let me have a dollar billAnd if you bring your wife to the sawmillHow you gonna please her how you gonna please herWhen she wants a dollar billThey're not satisfied at the sawmillCause women like a dollar women like a dollar yes and women always willOh see my teardrops falling down...Mercy of a poor boy mercy a poor boy let me have a dollar bill